Numbered chapters are the updated ones. Currently under a massive re-writing project for this book.
(Y/n) doesn't remember when it all started, but she's never had the best of luck. She's had the worst of it, and things only keep going downhill bef...
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(Carl's face tho XD)
I looked around the ballroom to see lit chandeliers, shiny tile for and gods and goddesses socializing. It was an introvert's worst dream, but even if I was going to run out of energy soon, at least I would have lived to see such a sight that I wouldn't have otherwise. I walked into the room and looked around to find someone, anyone I knew to save me from a social disaster that would come in 3, 2-
"Ichor?" I blushed. "What are you doing here?"
The black cat from the last party I went to stood before me in all his princely glory. "Same as you, Ms. Atë. I am a neutral god, so like you, I can go to parties I am invited to from the light or the dark side," he explained, not aware that I was actually on the side of light. I decided not to burst his bubble.
"Well, I am so glad you could make it, since the last party was a total bust," I sigh at what became of the 'incident.'
"Since we're both here, I was wondering if you would join me for the next waltz," said the bashful Ichor, and catching me off guard in the process.
"The next... waltz?" I was puzzled and then remembered he was use to the crazy Atë that I had pretended to be. "Yeah! Are you kidding? That is the best idea anyone has had all week!"
"Good, now if you will excuse me...," he trailed off and walked away.
With that, I was feeling thirsty, so I walked over to the punch bowl. I would have walked away in any other situation, but I didn't want anyone else to get the vibe that I was lowkey uncomfortable by the person getting punch. Dark Pit. I froze, not a muscle in my body was able to move until my eyes caught sight of Viridi's long ponytail. I could talk to her and pretend I never saw the raven-haired angel. Then, I took a step in her direction.
"Where are you going so suddenly," Dark Pit looked over, and I knew I was in trouble. There was no doubt about it. "You seem skittish. Are you hiding something?"
"Why are you always suspicious of me? I was only going to talk to Viridi," I made an excuse.
"Then why did you come over here?" he asked.
"Because I was thirsty," I paused to think of what to say. "But I changed my mind.
"You can't change your mind about being thirsty," Dark Pit countered and I mentally facepalmed at my dumb alibi.
"Fine, I'll tell you why I'm over here," I pretended to come clean with an accusation in mind that would completely tick him off. "I bet Pit is stronger than you. He is the original after all."
